I've been neglectful of my blog over the winter holidays even though I had intended to update it relatively constantly considering that I was suppose to have a lot of time on my hands. But the holidays just flew past me and without realising it, the second semester of uni has already begun and although I try in vain to look over my shoulder to the memories we shared and the times we had, life forces me to look forward at the approaching wrath of assignments, lectures, practicals and god forbid, exams. Sometimes I just feel like caving in to the brutality of reality but where would be the fun in that right? It is the struggle that ultimately defines us and our actions will differentiate those that endeavour and those that fail to attempt.
So... uni has started and as the first week trudges on to the second, I am already complaining about time or rather the lack of it. To be honest though, time itself is meant to be of an objective perception. No one has less time or more time per say because there ARE only twenty-four hours in the day, only one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in that day and to elaborate it further, eighty six-thousand and four hundred seconds that encompasses the earth's single twirl on its axis. Which makes me wonder about my time management skills. Whilst others seem to be able to fit in a ton of activities in their day, I struggle to complete anything significantly important enough to deem it as 'time well spent'. Maybe it's because we CHOOSE to do the donkey-work; the work no one voluntarily wishes to do that we see ourselves falling short of expectations. (yes, the choice of the plural 'we' was intentional) This suggests to me then that maybe time is subjective... how many times have we heard the phrase "time is precious". Add a single word in the first person pronoun and it turns subjective. Voila!~ Ignore the sarcasm spilling out but circumstances has made me a tad bitter. Implying though, is so much more sadistic than just putting it out there, don't you think? Ahhh~... The brilliance of being vague.
But putting pen to paper, or in this case fingers to keyboard always does help and already I feel the anger seeping out of me. It is comforting to know that there is an option for me to just let go of my wrapped up perceptions, intertwined with harsh, perhaps rabid emotions and rid the guilt and dark thoughts that plague my mind. So now clear and clean again, I'll get back to my life and start chasing after those grains of time!~
P.S thought I would post some of my random photos which I took recently with my phone. ENJOY!
Messing around in Dotti. Check out the heart-shaped glasses fetish!
An amazingly cool building that I had never noticed before. Ignore my ignorance~
Jolene on the day before her last exam at Bailleau vigorously studying the Nitrogen Cycle (lol... tbh, I have no idea what she is studying!)
My attempt at a cinnamon bread pudding over the holidays. It was all good... until I took it out of the oven and it deflated. So... not so appealing then!
An awesome chocolate cake with pie crust made by Dewi and Daniel. Totally and utterly scrumptious! ^^
Rainbow coloured hands were the result of the chalking that took place today. Look around for the 'PUPPETS' around campus courtesy of the hardworking ones that gave their time to CMG.
Workshop gears. A taste of what is to come.
